Nah, ayo no it ain't E
It's the skinny man shaped like a lowercase b
Pushed the mini-van with the throwaway seats
He's used to hearing three words "Go away creep"
Some V curve, a stone embrace beats
For the insomnia that leaves him prone to day sleep
At the brothel nigga known to stay cheap
Don't wind up paying arm and the toll to spray skeet
Sheet, the Doppel plan to kill spree
That ensures posthumous love like Annabel Lee
Psh! Say damn if you agree
Perhaps mull it over with some chamomile tea
You see, you can ask his trustee
Just never mind the scent that he bask in, musty
A hip-hop and Nexium for three months
And still sober this day, but still acid-reflux free
Ayo brute cologne along with the accoutrement
Keep two poems and a suit in Rome
A new tooth made of chrome
A lute from the youth, uncouth to the bone
Pen it, the vandals are demented
And for the last time, no the candles not scented
Panhandle, call scandal up in the senate
Known to quote a rhyme, but he rambled when he read it
Dead it, you third on how we hate him
Who peep a new verbage and speak of verbatim
No birds were to date him
Never did occur that they slurred and degrade him
What you concur from the datum
Plot the Reagan vade, absurd ultimatum
Observe, drop turd then berate em
No superfluous words heard then you fade em
